Katara (
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paradisa2012-01-20 01:32 am
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[Katara has never had issue with the beds in Paradisa. They were warm, comfortable, but as snug and content as she is in the blankets, she can sense that there’s something maybe just a little off. There’s pressure against her arm and side - something is cuddling her.
Momo isn’t in Paradisa. So what in the world —
She shifts just a little, groggily opening her eyes and looking to the side.
Oh. It was Joshua.
Joshua was cuddling her. Of course.]
[Katara flings herself back, knocking her journal off of the bedside table — and this is where it begins transmitting. She screams.]
What are you doing in my room? What are you doing in my bed? [Her voice just gets shriller and shriller.] Out, out, out, out, out!
[ And while anyone listening might expect just as loud of a reaction (After all this is a rather commonplace scenario here, isn't it?) from whoever is invading the poor girl's bed, instead there's just a soft grunt of irritation. He's half-asleep and not placing the voice, but the shriek sure sounds familiar. He mutters groggily, ]
Huh, Langley...?
Joshua?!
[Another shuffling sound, and the sound abruptly stops as Katara scoops the journal off the floor.]
Momo isn’t in Paradisa. So what in the world —
She shifts just a little, groggily opening her eyes and looking to the side.
Oh. It was Joshua.
Joshua was cuddling her. Of course.]
[Katara flings herself back, knocking her journal off of the bedside table — and this is where it begins transmitting. She screams.]
What are you doing in my room? What are you doing in my bed? [Her voice just gets shriller and shriller.] Out, out, out, out, out!
[ And while anyone listening might expect just as loud of a reaction (After all this is a rather commonplace scenario here, isn't it?) from whoever is invading the poor girl's bed, instead there's just a soft grunt of irritation. He's half-asleep and not placing the voice, but the shriek sure sounds familiar. He mutters groggily, ]
Huh, Langley...?
Joshua?!
[Another shuffling sound, and the sound abruptly stops as Katara scoops the journal off the floor.]

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Joshua is dangerous. She promised Zuko she wouldn't go near him again.
But come on - that's her bed. She assaults the pillow with her journal, smacking it in irritation.]
Get up! Get out, you're in the wrong room!
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Finally, with a sigh, Joshua sits up, dropping the pillow and promptly shoving Katara clean off the other side of the bed with a calm, tired look on his face. Not with enough force to knock her into any walls, but don't hit him with your journal bitch. ]
Good morning.
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[Her cry and the fact that hits the ground in a jumble of sheets and her own limbs would have been incredibly comical if it hadn't been Joshua that had done it.
She stands up, dragging the sheet with her and still clutching the journal - but at least she's a little more wary now.]
Please get out of my room.
[She's not even going to ask what he's doing there. She'll let her temper spill over about that later.]
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...Okay he doesn't actually care about that, but he's still taking his sweet time as he climbs out of the bed and stretches. Why do girl's beds always smell so different? ]
Gladly. You're clearly not a morning person.
[ Except when he goes to try to open the window, it won't budge. And Joshua isn't a weakling. What window could beat him?! ]
What did you do, reinforce these?
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[She hovers near the foot of her bed, journal still clutched in one hand. Pajamas would be a luxury at this point - she's in her damn wraps.]
Just - use the door.
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Hmph, fine.
[ There's more a risk of him being seen at this hour in the halls, but if he moves at light-speed it shouldn't be an issue unless he runs into someone like Clark.
So he walks across the room to try and open the door. When it doesn't give, Joshua steps back and flicks his gaze to her, voice suddenly cold. ]
Hm, if I didn't know better, I'd say this was a trap.
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But really, this is some sort of loss. I can't get out.
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action;
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Dictated;
[He's had these sort of mornings before, but sure didn't expect to hear them coming from the Ice Princess.
Dictated;
[She sounds so happy to see you, bro, you really have no idea.]
Where are you? Are you in the castle? We need help.
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Help? What's going on?
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I can be by in a bit.
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dictated??
[he can't be hearing this right. He can't be hearing this right!]
Katara??
[in that 'THIS BETTER BE SOME KIND OF JOKE' tone]
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[And at this point, she just sounds exasperated.]
I'm kind of trapped in my bedroom with Joshua.
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[Katara is whispering, though, from the kitchen. She doesn't want him overhearing.]
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--He is not!!
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[Her tone is wheedling, placating.]
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